So, this morning was my psych midterm. I woke up at 7:00ish and did some last minute studying. Which was interesting. Then, I ran to the cafeteria, grabbed some OJ and a pack of gum, and I said hello to Kaylee Barber.

I rushed to Renison. I got there early, which was my plan all along. The reason for this was that I had walked to Renison with this bottle of orange juice, and I was slowly drinking it, and by the time I got to Renison, it was empty, and I needed to dispose of it. To my dismay, it seems that there isn’t a single recycling bin in the region surrounding the university-colleges. So, I just brought it in with me to the exam.

The exam itself was relatively easy. It was more on methods of research, and less on the biological layout of the brain, which disappointed me. I found the stuff about the brain terribly interesting, and I figured it would be the basis for future units. Unfortunately, I was wrong. However, it wasn’t too bad, because most of the material covered in research methods was related to course content in Mathematics of Data Management back in high school. So, I knew everything about methods of correlation, biases, etc, etc.

All in all, I’m pretty sure I aced the psychology midterm.

When I handed it to the Professor, she said to me “I don’t recognize you. Do you normally not come?”

And I was like, “What? No. That’s ridiculous. I’m always here.”

At which point, I threw my exam at her and ran out the door.

In reality, I did leave early. 20 minutes early. I’m not sure if you were supposed to do that, but she didn’t stop me as I went past her and through the door, and I wasn’t pursued by any local authorities, so I guess it was okay. I trudged back to the Village, with my orange juice bottle alongside, and finally managed to pitch the damn thing. In the recycling box of my residence.

Now, I have to catch up on Computer Science, which I missed because of my Calculus midterm on Tuesday, which I bombed.